Ethan X Heisenberg Novels & Stories

"And all four hundred and seventeen ended the exact same way?" "That depends on the outcome of this one," said Ethan. "Why?" Harper pressed. "Because this is the four hundred and seventeenth one," Ethan replied. "And we're still on it." Harper looked at Ethan strangely. Up until this moment, she had regarded him with the same measured, professional look of a woman dismissing applicants while appearing to to be nice to them. But something about this young man named Ethan Vale seemed to strike a chord in her. He wasn't well-dressed. In fact, his clothes were slightly faded from years of repeated wearing despite being neatly ironed. Nor was it his appearance.

I say to her. “ Yeah, Mommy’re really good at keeping things hidden…” Ethan says. In that moment, his voice sounded a lot like Alaric's... very deep. But when I turn around, I still see my little angel, Ethan, though he looks really upset. I’m unsure of what he could be referring to. “What do you mean, Ethan?” “How long have you known that big man from Pack DarkWood? Alaric?” Ethan’s eyes are laser-focused on my face, like he’s trying to read your expression.

Then I saw him. He was kneeling on the floor, his back to me, amidst a sea of engrossed children. Not the imposing titan in a tailored suit, but a man in dark, simple trousers and a soft-looking charcoal sweater, sleeves pushed up his forearms. Ethan. His dark head was bent low, his attention wholly absorbed by the small figure beside him. Aino.

He can’t even deny that she has disappeared suddenly and didn’t come back ever. “What’s wrong, why are you silent, now? Tell me you don’t know any girl named Xenia, she wasn’t your girlfriend?” Steve saw Ethan in grave silence and said ironically. Ethan recalled, even though everything is correct about this letter, he is sure that he can’t have any child with Xenia. “No, this can’t be my child, I can assure everybody that I don’t have any child with Xenia even though she was my girlfriend in the past.” Ethan said and looked at Evelyn, who was silent for long. Is she also doesn’t trust him like Steve and others?

The street hums softly. And then I see him. Ethan is leaning against his car, phone in hand, sunglasses on, completely at ease. Like he belongs in this moment. Like he’s been here all along. He straightens when he sees us, pushing off the car like he’s been waiting for his cue. He slides his sunglasses down just enough to look over them, a grin already forming. “So this is the famous Keisha,” he says. “I was beginning to think you made her up.”

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“I wasn’t expecting to see you here tonight. This must be your plus one?” Hae-Jae nodded. “Yes. This is Anna. A close friend.” Ethan turned to me. His eyes held something—hesitation? Guilt? Recognition? But his smile was flawless. “Pleasure to meet you, Anna.” I returned the smile, tilting my head just slightly. “Likewise, Mr…?” “Ethan,” he replied. “Just Ethan.” “Lovely name.” And that was it. No flicker of the past. No mention of Max.

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I don’t know what is so familiar about him but I want to know soon. “You will know soon”, he sounds like a man with limited words or maybe he is really serious about his job. “He looks strange”, I whisper to Xander but I feel like Ethan heard it too. In a blink of seconds, I see a sneak black Bugatti pulls up in front of us and sitting at the wheels is Ethan. He looks like he is the master of the car with his black leather jacket and black jeans. His scent is just as mysterious as the car standing in front of us.

"She's been avoiding me," Ethan said as he scratched his nape. We are at their house to help Chelsea for the preparation of our Moving Up. Chelsea is one of the representatives of our student body organization. The group volunteered to work here. Ethan's pertaining to Cheska. I don't know if he likes her or what. Ethan is a type of guy that's very secretive. We can't simply read what's running om his mind. He may always smirk, but those are just his mannerism to hide the real one.